Desperately he picks up something long and sharp that... seems to fit almost instinctively into the primary feathers of one wing. Without thinking, he flicks it at their assailant and it lodges in the man's hand.
"..."
"What the devil was that?" Shen murmurs as the man screams.
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Desperately he picks up something long and sharp that... seems to fit almost instinctively into the primary feathers of one wing. Without thinking, he flicks it at their assailant and it lodges in the man's hand.
"..."
"What the devil was that?" Shen murmurs as the man screams.